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A hundred steps away from the crematorium, Elle and Jessie could feel the faint smell of burning in the air.

"The smell of burning protein." Elle muttered under her breath, "I'm afraid I won't eat barbecue for a long time."

"When a person is cremated after death, it is indeed similar to a barbecue, but it will not rotate. Before cremation, the body will be broken by steel ingots or blades, so that the internal organs will leak out, preventing the explosion caused by sudden heat and pressure in the body during burning. "Jessie explained silently.

Elle smiled at Jessie who was walking ahead, "You sound like Reid now."

"BothofusareDoctors" Jessie responded calmly [Reid's Doctor refers to the doctor, Jessie's Doctor refers to the doctor, here is a word game played by the little doctor]

"Are you afraid?" Elle asked suddenly, "Your eyes always give people a feeling of melancholy."

"Are you profiling me?"

"No... I can't profile it."

"Why?" Jessie turned her head, a little puzzled.

"Because...you are not a criminal, why should I profile you?"

The little doctor who reacted couldn't help laughing, shook his head helplessly, and continued walking towards the crematorium.Leaving Elle looking at her back, whispering softly, "When I see you, I get nervous, how can I profile you..."

Behind the crematorium are several straight and thick smoke exhaust pipes, which exhaust the incineration exhaust gas. After the afternoon, the workers in twos and threes have already returned home from get off work. Only one man is half leaning on the table. I don’t know if he really fell asleep or he is just taking a nap. . After showing her ID, Elle walked in with Jessie, knocking on the edge of the table as a reminder.Announce the name "BillLeager" to the person lying on the table.

The man stood up slowly, lit a cigarette, and slowly exhaled a smoke ring, "I remember the fireman, but he hasn't come to work for several days."

The suspicion in Elle's heart deepened a bit, and she raised her chin, "Can you show us where he works?"

The man responded in a low voice, took out a bunch of keys from the drawer, looked carefully, and handed one to Elle, "Turn left to the crematorium." After speaking, he retracted his body and disappeared into the darkness inside.

The man's voice was slow and piercing like a pen scratching on paper. Jessie tried to analyze where she had heard this voice in her mind, and was about to call Elle, but found Elle striding to the left.Turning sideways to meet the man's sinister eyes, the thin man in front of her eyes gradually overlapped with the hunchback figure in the hospital, her heart sank.

"Elle..." Jessie chased after her and whispered, "I think he's the one from the hospital, he's BillLeager."

"Or Bob Leak." Elle twisted open the door of the cremator and stepped in sideways. "There is no signal here. I called Hotch before I came, and he knew we were here."

Jessie took a pair of iron pliers and held the door against it. To prevent it from being locked, she took out a paper clip from her pocket, leveled it, and stuffed it into the lock cylinder.

The room was very dark, and Elle held her breath, thinking that there would be a disgusting smell wafting out, but there was no such thing in this room. Instead, there was a smell of disinfectant.

"Use the smell of disinfectant to cover up the smell of blood?" Elle's hand secretly held the gun attached to her waist.

"I want to hide it..." Jessie followed behind and looked around, and her eyes accidentally glanced at a secret door in the southeast corner. She softly called Elle to come over, and turned on the flashlight she carried with her. Jessie saw where the strong light was. He took a deep breath and turned the handle.

What appeared in front of their eyes was a narrow one-bedroom apartment transformed from a basement. Jessie couldn't help shouting out in a low voice when she saw the things hanging on the wall.

Bone flutes of different lengths were scattered and scattered on the wall. Elle took a flashlight and looked around. The bone flutes took up half of the wall, at least sixty of them.

"He used the identity of a fireman as a cover, and took the opportunity to select bones from the corpse to make a bone flute." Jessie speculated with her own thinking, "But why did he kill and abandon the corpse nearly a year ago?"

"Maybe the death of his parents was a source of stress. A child from a musical family, injured his hand and limped for no reason... Since then, he has given up on himself and never recovered..." Elle took out her camera, adjusted the aperture, and stared at the bone flute on the wall. Take photos for evidence.

"The five corpses found all died from ingesting a large amount of sleeping pills. He used Paul's guilt to kill his patients in order to take revenge in a disguised form..." Jessie took a step back, "He can use his left hand He is actually a very talented person to complete those saber techniques... It's a pity that he has become so insane..."

Something was held against her back suddenly, before Jessie could speak, a deep and hoarse voice sounded.

"Don't move."

Hearing the noise, Elle quickly drew her gun and pointed it at the man holding the gun against Jessie's back, regretting her carelessness in her heart, "Let her go, BillLeager."

The man didn't answer, he held his gun against Jessie and took a step forward.

"Bob Leak!" Elle wanted to shoot the man, but was afraid of hurting Jessie.

When she was in a dilemma, she heard Jessie's calm voice, "Bob Leak, the person you hate the most is the surgeon who disabled you and ruined your career. She is just an FBI agent. Bob, let her go."

The gun behind her got a little stronger, and Jessie heard a sneer from the man behind her, "Let her go? It's rare to see such a merciful surgeon. It's a pity I didn't have such good luck back then... He performed an operation on me, but unexpectedly Just to atone for his son... huh..."

"You took advantage of your position to damage countless corpses to make bone flutes." Jessie changed the subject, "Have you found the most suitable bones for making flutes?" She ignored Elle's eyes that signaled her quietness, and continued to ask, "I really want to know, what is your parents' original intention? It must not be to let you play the flute made from the bodies of innocent citizens..."

Through the cold rifle, Jessie still felt the growing anger of the people behind her.

"Then why did you kill Dr. Paul's patients?" Elle said before Jessie.

"He's a quack doctor who can't cure them. Instead of being his experiment, it's better to be my work of art. It just happens to make him bear a lifetime of guilt, just like he hurt me back then..." Bob's voice came A trace of sadness, but soon returned to the original ferocity. "Okay, now I don't want to answer your questions."

"Bob Leak!"

"Elle!" Jessie's voice was very soft, as if flying from the sky, but she knocked on Elle's heart word by word, "Don't shoot, okay? Promise me, don't be impulsive, no matter what happens, don't shoot." gun."

The basement was pitch black, and the scattered flashlights shone at a strange angle. With that light, Elle looked at Jessie seriously. This was the first time she looked into someone else's eyes without any scruples.There was an extraordinary calm in those eyes, with a parting generosity and deep worry.What is she worrying about? Elle fears she'll never know the answer.

Hotch and Morgan went through two red lights before rushing to the crematorium. There was no one in the hall. Hotch winked at Morgan, and they scattered around looking for Bob.

"Morgan." JJ lowered his voice to signal Morgan's attention to the crematorium, which had opened its door.

Morgan touched it lightly, "Stay back, I'll come."

"No! It's too dark here, your tall figure is too obvious, and it's easy to provoke him again. Let me do it." JJ made a silent gesture to Morgan, and dexterously dodged in.

"JJ..."

"Don't worry, this guy is much easier to aim than the rabbits scurrying up and down in the forest at night." JJ heard a hoarse voice from a man not far away, he kept his breath, and tiptoed close to the secret door of the crematorium.

Inside the secret door, the desperate Bob is still making his final struggle.

"It's the doctor you hate, let this detective leave, I promise, she won't hurt you..."

"Shut up!" Bob yelled frantically.

At the critical moment, Jessie conveyed the final message to Elle with her eyes: don't shoot..."

"I'm sorry... I can't do it." Elle murmured, pulling the trigger decisively.

At the same time, JJ appeared from the door and shot the man with his back in the back.

The shackles were loosened, and Jessie froze on the spot for a moment without recovering. Elle put the gun in the holster, ignored the corpse lying on the ground, stepped forward and grabbed Jessie's arm and hurriedly asked, "Are you all right?"

Jessie, who was still recovering, shook her head, the emotions in her eyes were fleeting, she hid all her worries and concerns in her heart, and turned to look at the remaining team members who rushed down.

JJ and Morgan came down first, looked at the bone flute on the wall, and sighed.

"Did you know? The villa of the famous romantic music master and German musician Richard Wagla is next to the quiet and beautiful Lake Lucerne. Lake Lucerne is sparkling in the sunset, and Mount Pilatus is from hazy to clear, probably This is the reason why he dumped the corpse by the lake every time after he started killing people." Reid followed the crowd out of the crematorium, looking at the corpse covered in white cloth. "He was always looking for pure happiness."

"It's a pity that he turned into a demon in the process of self-salvation in the end, and Paul also has to regret for the mistakes he made when he was young." Gideon patted Reid's shoulder sideways and got into the car.

"Can a flute made of bones really play?" JJ asked suddenly.

"No matter how harsh it is, in Bob's heart I'm afraid it's the sound of nature." Jessie was silent for a moment, "Just now, thank you."

JJ glanced back and forth between Elle and Jessie, and whispered in Jessie's ear, "Actually, without my shot, the bullet between Bob's eyebrows is enough to kill him." After speaking, he rushed to Jessie Raising his eyebrows, he got into another car with Morgan.

Jessie twisted and turned to look at Elle who was not in the car, and walked slowly to stand in front of Elle. Elle turned her head away, not looking at her angrily, "I can't do it without shooting, especially when you are taken hostage."

Jessie opened her mouth, not knowing how to speak.

"Why didn't you want me to shoot? Why did you look so worried when I drew my gun on Bob, why..."

Jessie didn't know how to answer this series of questions. Could it be that you told her that you will soon quit BAU after shooting the suspect because of the sequelae of ptsd?I'm afraid no one will believe my own words.The subconscious told herself that the development of the situation had a slight deviation, but she didn't dare to take it lightly.

Elle expected Jessie to give herself an answer, but she never thought that the person in front of her was silent for a long time and hugged herself.

"Let's not be an example, okay?" She heard Jessie's slightly tired voice, nodded silently, and embraced the person in front of her.

"What are they doing, still not leaving? No, why are you still hugging?"

JJ ignored Morgan's confusion and started the car with a smile.

"Just leave like this? You don't wait for them?"

"Morgan?" JJ asked while driving, "Hasn't Grasia ever disliked you, and is incomprehensible?"

The author has something to say: Thank you for your comments and support^?_?^The original case is not well written, thank you so much

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